2017 – Page 6 – TBR Book Blog

Cover Reveal ~ My Kinda Mess ~ by ~ Lacey Black

Today we have the gorgeous cover reveal for My Kinda Mess by Lacey Black! Make sure you preorder your copy today!!

Title: My Kinda Mess

Series: Summer Sisters book 4

Author: Lacey Black

Release Date: January 16, 2018

About My Kinda Mess:

All her life, Lexi Summer has dreamed of one thing: to become a mother. As the youngest of six, she’s accustomed to the chaos and camaraderie that comes with a big family, which is why she has been anxious to get a jump on this next phase in her life. She thought she had it all: the perfect house, husband, and future. Until one secret rips it all apart.Nothing in Linkin Stone’s life has been easy. Raised by a single mom, working two jobs, and helping with his much younger twin brothers which keep him on his toes, and working two jobs. He busts his butt to right the wrong of someone from his past and keep the ones he loves safe. He doesn’t need anyone or anything. But that all changes the moment he meets his sexy, feisty neighbor, Lexi.

When fates collide, two people on separate paths suddenly find themselves traveling the same road. Could an easy friendship turn into something more? Or in the end, will their decision kinda create one big mess?

*Though part of a series, this book can be read as a standalone. It is intended for those 18 and over due to graphic language, descriptive sex, and the world’s most inappropriate grandparents.

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA |Amazon AU |Goodreads

Exclusive Excerpt:

When the door is closed, I turn my attention back to her. “So, that was the husband, huh?”

“Ex.”

Stepping forward, I invade her personal space. Her eyes are alive with fire, but not in the way they were moment ago with the douche. No, her eyes dance with a heady mixture of excitement and lust as she glares back at me. “Watching you tear him apart and eat him alive was so fucking hot,” I confess, touching the side of her cheek with the side of my finger.

Her gasp echoes in the hall, invading my soul and filling my mind with dirty images. Ones of her and me, naked, and making little noises just like that. “I hear cold showers work wonders to help cool you down,” she suggests with a smirk.

“Are you joining me in said shower?”

“Not in this lifetime, bucko.”

“Shame. I’m sure you’d really know how to turn up the heat in the shower, firecracker.” Again, I touch her face. I can’t seem to stop touching her. She should probably run in the other direction, fast. Hell, I should run the other way as quickly as possible. The last thing I need is a woman clouding up my brain, distracting my focus from helping my mom.

But I’m just a man.

A man with urges and needs, and those are directed at this little spitfire of a woman who makes me want to turn all caveman on her and throw her over my shoulder. I bet I could extract another of those sexy little gasps if I were to swat her ass.

Plus, throw in the fact that she’s technically married. That point alone is enough to make me want to look away. But I can’t. I’m drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. This desire I felt, even after only a brief meeting several weeks ago, clearly isn’t going away anytime soon. Not when she stands there with fire dancing in her eyes and a sadistically little smile on her lips. Oh, this woman is trouble, and I’m going to get burned.

“Well, whether that’s true or not, I guess you’ll never know,” she quips, my brain picturing exactly what she’s look like naked in the shower. Of course, having my eyes glued to her ass when she turns to walk away helps those images. A lot.

“Maybe,” I reply with a smile.

“No maybe,” she fires back, turning her attention back to me. Or at least I think she turns it back to me. I can’t tell. My eyes are still focused on the same spot her ass was just occupying. When I glance up at her eyes, I swear I’m scolded from the heat.

“Stop looking at my ass,” she chastises.

“It’s a nice ass,” I defend, refusing to look away from those hypnotizing green orbs.

“You’re impossible.”

“You like me.”

“No, no, I don’t. You’re…annoying and impossible and just like rattling my chain.”

Stepping closer yet until I can smell the scent of her lotion and see her throat bob as she swallows hard (a result of my nearness), I say, “You. Like. Me. You just don’t know what to do about it.”

Rolling her eyes, she fires back, “Don’t be so sure of yourself. You’re not that likeable.”

Lexi reaches back and finishes unlocking the door. Before she steps inside, she pauses, making my heart skip a beat and my boner stand up and say hello. “Thank you for helping me get rid of him,” she says softly, without turning and looking my way.

“Anytime he gives you trouble, come get me.”

Before she can slip inside and disappear on me, I reach forward and touch her arms. My gut tightens as my fingers dance along smooth, soft skin. I’ve never had a reaction like this to a woman. Never. So why her? Why this little hellion in heels? She’s already given me sleepless nights and wet dreams and I don’t even know her. I should stay as far away from her as possible, but if I know one thing about myself, it’s that I love a challenge.

And Lexi Summer is that challenge.

About Lacey Black:

Lacey Black is a Midwestern girl with a passion for reading, writing, and shopping. She carries her e-reader with her everywhere she goes so she never misses an opportunity to read a few pages. Always looking for a happily ever after, Lacey is passionate about contemporary romance novels and enjoys it further when you mix in a little suspense. She resides in a small town in Illinois with her husband, two children, and a chocolate lab. Lacey loves watching NASCAR races, shooting guns, and should only consume one mixed drink because she’s a lightweight.

Lacey’s debut novel, Trust Me, was released in August 2014 and has been an Amazon Bestseller twice for Free e-books, as well as #1 for Contemporary Romance. All of the Rivers Edge books have been bestsellers in the Romance and Contemporary Romance categories.

Connect with Lacey:

Email | Facebook | Twitter | Blog

Blog Tour ~ Pipe ~ by ~ Winter Travers

Title: Pipe

Series: Fallen Lords MC #2

Author: Winter Travers

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 29, 2017

Guarded. Afraid. Confused.

Nikki Nomad’s life is in shambles. Growing up in and out of foster care, she rarely lets anyone in. After watching her best friend Karmen fall in love, Nikki starts to soften to the idea of a happily ever after with Fallen Lords V.P., Pipe.

He’s ruggedly handsome with a careless attitude, and it’s the exact lethal and sexy combination that breaks Nikki’s heart, reminding her life is far from a fairytale and making her run away from the few people she loves.

Stubborn. Careless. Free.

Pipe Mark cares about one person and one person only.

A revolving door of women might spend the night in his bed, but they all know the score before they step foot through door.

1. No promises. 2. One night.

They all respect the rules and go on their merry way more than satisfied in the morning.

All except Nikki.

Nikki makes Pipe want more. He never has before, but he longs to make promises of ending each night tangled in each other’s arms. He just realizes it all too late.

Nikki runs, and Pipe ignores the way his body begs for him to chase her. While Nikki thinks Pipe can’t give her what she needs, Pipe is worried Nikki is going to rock his world and never leave it the same.

Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty – “I have fallen head over heels in love, all over again, with the Fallen Lords. I didn’t realize I missed them as much as I did until I started reading this one.”

Brandy Paige Roberts – “Ok can I say how much I adore Winter Travers her stories always take me on a roller coaster of emotions and I can’t get enough of it.”

Little Shop of Readers – “Holy crap , I never thought her MC books could be better than Lo and his men but I totally need a Fallen Lord after Pipes story.”

(CLICK ME)

A grin spread across Cora’s lips, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “You get it, but you don’t want to admit it. Just make that man grovel, Nikki, and you’ll get it soon enough.”

“What’d I miss?” Alice set down Karmen’s huge platter of food in front of her and put her hands on her hips. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said looking down at me.

Karmen patted my shoulder and reached for the syrup. “She’ll be fine eventually. Cora just laid a load of information on her that she’s struggling to process.”

“Well, was it good information?”

Cora kicked me under the table, and I jumped a bit. “In time it will be.”

I sighed and watched Alice bustle back to the kitchen to get the rest of our breakfast.

That was good information?

More like it was information so confusing I had no idea what was what anymore, and all I wanted to do was crawl back into my bed and never surface.

“Chin up, buttercup,” Karmen smirked. “You have a badass motorcycle man who wants back in your bed. Make him work for it.”

Jesus. That was easier said than done.

Life was so much easier when I thought Pipe didn’t want me anymore.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.

HOSTED BY:

Cover Reveal ~ Getting Him Off Quickly ~ by ~ C.R. Lemons

Title: Getting Him Off Quickly

Series: Getting Him Off Series

Author: C.R. Lemons
Published: June 5, 2014

Genre: Erotic Romance

This fast-paced and engrossing narrative of murder investigation and steamy adult romance will stimulate the mind and get the body yearning for more.

Paralegal Daisy Sinclair works for a well-known successful criminal defense attorney in downtown Fort Worth. She works hard and plays even harder, but has a code to never mix business with pleasure. This code is tested when her boss hires Warren Cole as a criminal investigator to partner with her in a case defending a prominent figure against a double murder charge.

Investigator Cole is a gorgeous six foot five former homicide detective and Navy SEAL with piercing emerald green eyes, unkempt jet black hair, caramel tan complexion and rock hard body. When Daisy catches herself imagining him handcuffed to her bed while investigating the crime scene, she soon realizes mixing business with pleasure maybe unavoidable.

Daisy is a strong-willed free spirit who plays by her own rules and Warren is a cocky alpha male who is accustomed to going by procedure. This combination makes for an interesting and entertaining investigative team. As they set out to prove their client’s innocence, they find themselves on a suspenseful winding journey of the many suspects and motives to discover things may not be what they seem, or are they?

Between finding out who committed the murders and the provocative sexcapades this novel is sure to satisfy.

**WARNING**

This book is an adult read. It contains scenes of a sexual nature and adult language throughout.

****Getting Him Off Series****

Getting Him Off is an erotic thriller series based around murder investigation from a legal defense team’s point of view of proving their client’s innocence told through the eyes of Paralegal extraordinaire Daisy Sinclair. This series is fascinating and entertaining as it follows Daisy through her many exploits, both professional and personal, as she gets herself in and out of trouble during the investigations. Getting Him Off Quickly (Book 1) and Getting Him Off Secretly (Book 2) are centered on individual case files and each book ends with the conclusion of the investigation.

“I have such an active imagination and I truly enjoy transcribing it into words. As I am writing, the people, places, and things come to life before me and I completely lose myself. Writing is my meditation. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Thank you and happy reading.”

After receiving a degree in paralegal studies, C. R. Lemons was a paralegal for many years until deciding on a career change of currently managing her award-winning, family-owned business.

As a child, she would sneak her mom’s romance novels and lose herself in them. She always had an active imagination and dreamt of sharing it through writing. This dream finally came true with her Getting Him Off Series… Getting Him Off Quickly (Book 1), Getting Him Off Secretly (Book 2) & Getting Him Off Completely (Book 3) along with her naughty poetry musings… Naughtiness is Contagious, An Orgy of Erotic Poetry.

As an erotic thriller novelist, C. R. Lemons is a self-proclaimed occasional naughty poet. Her love of writing started through poetry in her teens. She was recently inspired to start writing poetry again and found a talent in the erotica.

C. R. Lemons is a native Texan who enjoys her coffee strong, her music rockin’ and her life full of laughter.

HOSTED BY:

Release Blitz ~ Fearless With You ~ by ~ Trisha Madley

Title: Fearless With You

Series: With You Series #2

Author: Trisha Madley

Genre: Romance Suspense

Release Date: December 4, 2017

Nora Skye has survived the unimaginable. Now that the chaos has settled, she is free to enjoy her new life, with the man who saved her in more ways than one —Jase Madsyn.

Jase killed the man who hurt Nora, but now new obstacles arise. His career starts to wear on their relationship, but the problems don’t end there, when Samantha, his ex-fiancé, shows up with a surprise of her own, and his mother disappears without a trace.

Nora tries to be supportive, but too many secrets cause their fragile relationship to crumble. Can their love survive his secrets but most of all, his past?

a Rafflecopter giveaway

I’m the author of the With You Series, currently working on the third book in the With You Series, and also a new series which will be released in 2018.

I live in a small town in Pennsylvania with my husband, two amazing daughters and two dogs. I spend my time writing, editing, reading and graphic designing.

HOSTED BY:

Blog Tour ~ Shattered Rhythm ~ by ~ RB Hilliard

Title: Shattered Rhythm

Series: Meltdown Series #3

Author: RB Hilliard

Genre: Romantic Suspense / Rock

Release Date: November 30, 2017

Chaz Jones’ life hasn’t been easy. Meltdown’s newest drummer doesn’t give a damn about anything except for his kit, his sticks and his throne. Music offers him a way out and he takes it, only to discover it isn’t enough.

Nothing is ever enough.

… Until Olivia

Olivia Marshall had her dream job, her dream boyfriend, and her dream life. Then, in the blink of an eye, she discovered it was all a lie. She hit rock bottom. But then fate steps in, and music offers her a way back.

She thinks it’s enough.

… Until Chaz

Together, they find their rhythm and begin to mend their shattered lives. Fate steps back in. This time, it’s not to save them… but to tear them apart.

RB Hilliard has out done herself with Shattered Rhythm. This rock star romance is intoxicating, passionate, and full of shocking surprises. ~Book Club Gone Wrong

RB Hilliard has definitely rocked this book. It will captivate you from the first page, you won’t want to put this book down until the very end. ~USA and NYT’s Bestselling Author L. Wilder

Beautifully raw, my heart was crushed then glue back together in the best kind of way. This book goes above and beyond a simple rockstar romance and delivers a gorgeous love story of two damaged people that overcome the worst. ~Britt Red Hatter Book Blog

I Bloody knew it!!! I knew he’d be my fave! I love a moody brooding grumpy arse hottie and Chaz Jones wrote the rule book on that! I love him!! ~Kerry A is for Alpha B is for Books

https://open.spotify.com/embed/user/rbhilliard/playlist/2fgh4KS3HVlcyJk6QEqDwX

Chaz –

“You need to answer your phone, man. Shit is blowing up left and right here. We have a month to finish the album before the tour launches. Marcy’s bailing on us because her dad is sick. We’ve hired a new road manager, and I’m stressed as hell. You’re either in or you’re out. I’m not kidding this time, Chaz. Either your ass is at my house and ready to record in two days, or you’re out…We need you, okay? The band isn’t the same without you.

After playing Grant’s message a second time, I thought about my options. Go to Austin or move on. I wanted to go, but was worried things would be different. How could they not be? Thanks to Chelle, my life was a fucking mess. My rhythm was jacked to hell. To an outsider, a messed up beat didn’t compute. It wasn’t like losing a set of keys or misplacing a cell phone. A drummer without rhythm was like a writer with no words, an artist with no vision, a singer with no voice. It was essential to life, like breathing, sleeping, or eating. Without it, I felt like a stranger in my own skin, and all because I let that crazy bitch into my life. Even though I wanted to, I couldn’t place all of the blame on Chelle. She might have lured me in with her magic pussy, but at the end of the day, it was my decision to stay. I believed the lies. I kept going back for more. Hell, I went back even after I had questions. What did that say about me? Nothing good, that’s for sure. I’d always been loyal. In fact, I prided myself on my loyalty to my fellow bandmates. Yet, I’d put that lying bitch ahead of my friends. Lesson fucking learned. I was an idiot who probably deserved to live my life in this rhythmless bubble of silence. I’d been in this place once before, but that was a time I tried not to think about. A time where things were so dark that I’d lost my desire to play and questioned my reason for being. I’d been helpless back then, lost, suffocating…dying a slow death. I tried to tell myself this was different. I was a kid then. I had no control over what happened. Too bad this didn’t feel different. It felt exactly the same. That period in my life nearly broke me. Not this time. This time I would work through it. As much as I’d like to forget, the memories were always there, like harbingers from hell. Always. Fucking. There…

Mom married Don six months from the day we met. For my ninth birthday, they threw me a surprise birthday party and invited my entire class. I thought I’d struck gold. In a way I had, because that’s when Don gave me my first drum kit. The drums came with lessons from a guy who knew his shit. Not only did he teach me how to play, but he taught me that part of the reason I had trouble focusing was that I had such a strong internal rhythm. He taught me ways to tame the energy constantly thrumming through my body. For over two years I lived that golden dream, and then Don got demoted. Getting demoted on the police force was a big deal, at least for Don it was. Everything changed after that. My music teacher was let go and my life went to shit. Fucked up became my daily existence. It remained that way until I turned eighteen.

I thought about the difference between now and then. I was a man now. I’d taken my shit life and turned it into something to be proud of. I had more money than I knew what to do with. I had a career that most people would die for. Nash accused me of being closed off. Nash didn’t know shit. He was in. They all were. I disliked people in general, but the guys…they were different. I missed the laughter. I missed the bitching. I missed my life. Most of all, I missed the music. I guess I had my answer.

For better or worse, it was time to go back.

RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. In 2012 she began writing His End Game, the first book in her MMG Series. Hilliard has not only published six books in this series, but has gone on to publish Utterly Forgettable, a hilariously funny Romantic Comedy, as well as her Rock Star Romance Series, Meltdown.

HOSTED BY:

Blog Tour ~ This Love & Not About Love ~ by ~ Hilaria Alexander

Title: This Love / Not About Love
Author: Hilaria Alexander

Genre: Romance

Release Date: Available Now

Music brought them together, but it just might tear them apart.

Running off to Amsterdam is the best decision Ella ever made in her life. In just a few months, she’s been able to put her past behind and has found a new family and friends. She can almost ignore the voices in her head telling her this idyllic scenario is temporary.

When Lou Rivers shows up in Amsterdam, he’s the constant reminder of the life she led and the mistakes she made. As the two of them embark on an emotional and musical journey across Europe, Ella will have to face her own insecurities and make a decision that might break them apart forever.

https://open.spotify.com/embed?uri=spotify:user:hilaria_alexander:playlist:2JKRVyge23TDsRlSMgdkoU

We were both stubborn and independent.

So wrong for each other, not that that was an issue for us.

Because Boyd Rivers had one rule: ONE NIGHT ONLY.

And that was fine by me.

We didn’t even live in the same country.

So it’s not like we saw each other often.

But when we did see each other it always ended the same way…in bed.

And the world around us would disappear.

Nothing mattered.

Not the fighting.

Not the chaos.

Not the distance.

When we were together, it was easy to believe we were made for each other.

But we weren’t. This wasn’t about love.

It was just no-strings-attached sex.

Or so I thought.

But sometimes, fate has other plans…can it really be not about love?

https://open.spotify.com/embed?uri=spotify:user:hilaria_alexander:playlist:30g6NzTMUIuEvI4YB66bWJ

– This Love –

“Come on. You want it. This isn’t the time to second guess yourself. Sit,” he said, motioning me to sit on the piano bench.

I sat absent-mindedly, took my jacket off and placed it on top of the piano.

I cracked my fingers, and I placed them on the keys.

I lifted my eyes to meet his.

“What do you want to hear?” I asked.

“Anything you want to play,” he replied.

I took a deep breath trying to shake off the nervousness.

He leaned down, moved my hair behind my shoulder and looked into my eyes.

“No one is here to judge you,” he said in a low voice, his face inches away from mine.

I looked into his eyes and told him “I’m ready.”

I finally settled on a piece, and I placed my fingers on the keys. I couldn’t look at him while I played, but I was all too aware of his eyes fixed on me. I could feel his eyes look at my hands, and go up to my face, probably focusing on my lips and my purposely closed eyelids. Knowing he was looking at me sent shivers down my spine. Since my circumstances had changed over the last few months, playing the piece I had chosen felt completely different. I got giddier note after note. The sound coming from the piano vibrated through me and it felt liberating. A small smile spread on my face and I heard Lou chuckle. He was standing to my left, facing me, and I knew if I looked up for just a moment, I would have gotten lost in his eyes and lost my focus. I felt completely ecstatic playing Liszt’s piano concerto No. 1 in e-flat major s. 124, and toward the end, I couldn’t hold back my smile anymore. I bit my lip, incredulous, trying to remember the last time I had so much fun playing classical music. I must have been a child.

When I was done, I finally looked up and met Lou’s eyes. He gave me a soft smile at first, but when he read the expression on my face and saw how giddy I was, his smile stretched into a huge grin. We both laughed, half surprised, half ecstatic.

“Are you done?” He asked, the smirk still on his face.

“That was it,” I said smugly, biting my lip.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but we just kept staring at each other. Then, a few seconds later, he leaned on his elbows on a corner of the piano and started speaking.

“Do you want to know what I think?” he asked.

“Duh! Of course I do!” I replied.

“You probably already know what I think… I’m trying to come up with the right words to say, because I don’t want to scare you…I don’t want to pressure you.”

“You aren’t,” I reassured him, smiling.

I don’t know how much longer I was going to deny I was head over heels in love with him. He reached for my hands and took them in his.

“You know you are far too talented to not play. I’m not saying you should go back to doing what your parents wanted you to do and what they wanted you to be. You should play what you want, but you should definitely play. Throwing this kind of talent away…it’s stupid, really.”

I struggled to find the right words to say to him. I was surprised and a little astonished by the fact that someone that had known me for such a short amount of time would be so supportive, so encouraging. His words made me feel like I was being lifted up on a cloud, like I could do and accomplish anything I’d set my mind to.

“So you might not be good enough to be a concert pianist,” he added, “who cares? There are a million other things you could be doing. Didn’t you say you tried writing songs before?” he asked.

I smiled at him and tried to say something, all while getting up from the bench, but he had other ideas in mind. Just as I was standing up, he leaned down to kiss me. I don’t know how we didn’t slam into each other, because his kiss surprised me. I was trying to reciprocate it, but I lost my balance, falling backwards. I tried to hold on to him, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and ending up making him fall on top of me. My head hit the floor, and the legs of the bench screeched loudly as I fell and involuntarily pushed it aside.

And now I was lying on the floor of a closed music store, in the middle of the night, with Lou Rivers plastered on top of me.

Hysteria took the place of embarrassment, and I started laughing uncontrollably, my laughter vibrating through our bodies. Lou eased himself up on top of me, but didn’t get up; he merely adjusted his weight so he wouldn’t be pressing on me as much.

“Shhhh,” he fought a smile, “Ian is going to kick us out. Keep it quiet. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, trying to caress the back of my head to see if I was hurt.

“Leave it to me to do something like that,” I said, the laughter finally subsiding. I exhaled deeply and looked at his face. “Pretty sure Ian will not let us do this again anytime soon,” I laughed.

“Probably not,” he whispered, “but we are here now,” he added, and the southern drawl made an appearance once again. I loved when that happened. It made it impossible to resist him.

We were almost in complete darkness, but there was some light from a back window coming in. It made Lou’s eyes look gray instead of green. I never made love by lantern shine, I thought, singing in my head the song he played for me earlier that day.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to kiss anymore,” I whispered.

“That was your decision. How’s that working out for you, by the way?” he asked with a smile, staring at my lips, grinding his hips ever so gently against me. He knew how to tempt me. Nerves fired up in my belly and suddenly I couldn’t think. He stared at me, waiting for an answer.

“It was…working out okay.”

“And now?”

“Now I’m not so sure anymore.”

He lowered his head and kissed me, this time taking it slowly, using the position to his advantage. He placed soft kisses on my mouth, and when my lips parted, he wrapped his tongue around mine, cradling my jaw, bringing it up to him. His kisses were deep and hungry, nipping at my bottom lip from time to time. They left me breathless, and when he looked at me as if asking for permission to continue, my heart felt like it was going to explode. He was beautiful, but it was more than that. It was something more between us. I felt like he was the only one who understood me, like he and I were in our own world even when we were in a room full of people. Most times, it seemed he knew how I felt, with just a look. The way his kisses branded my skin, had me realizing it was much more than purely physical pleasure. I had never felt like this with anyone before. Was this love? Fuck, I was falling in love with him. Oh, what a stupid, stupid notion. You’re going to get hurt, I told myself, and surprisingly, I didn’t care anymore. Getting hurt was going to be worth all of this.

Suddenly, it seemed like my hands had a mind of their own. They started exploring his body, everywhere, squeezing his butt, running up his back, and making their way down to his erection, large and arousing. My mouth couldn’t get enough of him either, kissing every inch of his face and neck. The low growl coming out of his mouth told me he quite enjoyed handsy Ella. His hand made its way under my sweater, caressing my skin, before traveling south of my navel, inside my yoga pants. My back arched, and a moan escaped me at the touch of his long, skilled fingers. He moved slightly to my side, giving me room to part my legs and grant him better access. In between choked moans and heavy breathing, our eyes locked. He seemed as focused as ever on the task at hand. His thumb pressed and circled and teased my clit while his index and middle finger made their way in and out of me. I hadn’t forgotten about him, and I wanted to go further than rubbing my hand on him through his jeans, but he stopped me when I tried to undo his belt, pointing at the ceiling and telling me to be quiet. His fingers were working me faster and faster, and I rocked against his hand, chasing the crescendo that would tip me over the edge. He urged me to be quiet, but there was only so much I could do to contain the strangled cry of pleasure coming out of my mouth. He kissed my lips softly, encouraging me to let go. The orgasm unraveled through me like waves, my pounding heart loud in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, he was watching me, a soft and amused look in his eyes. Still panting, I pulled him down to me to kiss him stupid, but he ended up bumping into the piano bench. It made the same screeching noise again, and I barely had time to press my lips to his before we were both laughing, unable to keep quiet any longer. A noise from upstairs startled us, and we quickly disentangled, got up and straightened our clothes.

We left the store running like thieves, laughing and kissing all the way home.

– Not About Love –

“Boyd, I can’t fucking believe you!” Ally yelled. “How could you be so careless?” she asked in disbelief.

“I was drunk!” I said, trying to excuse myself. I knew it wasn’t a good enough excuse. I was guilty. She had every right to yell at me.

“That’s no excuse! I was drunk, too, but if you had told me you weren’t wrapping it up, I would have done it myself!”

“Oh, please! You didn’t even realize I didn’t have one on. That’s how far gone you were, too!” She scowled, and I shrugged as she let out an exasperated growl. The fact that I was trying to downplay it made her even more mad.

“If it makes you feel any better, it felt wonderful. You felt wonderful. If I could go back…I’d probably do it again.” She raised her eyebrows, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

“How I felt? So you go from having total amnesia to remembering details of that night? Do you want to know how I’ve really felt in the last few weeks? This whole time I thought it had been my fault! I thought I had done something wrong.” She raised her hands up in the air and gave me a pointed look. The woman did know how to be dramatic, but I had to hand it to her…she wore it well. I didn’t hate the scowl on her face, especially if it meant I’d have to work my way back in. I loved to chase her. I’d chase her to a bedroom for the rest of my life.

“You thought it was your fault? And, enlighten me…what could you have possibly done wrong? Made my condom disappear with one of those magic moves of yours?”

“Haha, very funny. I should be even more pissed at you now, especially after all those weeks of not hearing from you at all. You just signed your death sentence, buddy,” she said with a sly smile, her index finger pressed to my chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s kiss and make up. That’s all behind us. I’m here, with you. Let’s hug it out. I’ll make it worth your while.” I opened my arms to embrace her, but she shoved me away. She was about to slap me, but I raised both my hands to cover myself. I did it to tease her more than for self-defense, and it worked. She tried to keep a straight face, but the tight line of her lips turned into a smile, and she started laughing.

I laughed with her, thinking this was the first time in a long time I’d felt truly happy. Our eyes locked. This time, when I went in for a hug, she let me embrace her.

I kissed her on the lips.

“It was meant to be, Red. It only happened once, and you and I both know we had sex dozens of times. Just once, and yet, my little sperm made it all the way to your egg and scored a big, fat touchdown. What are the odds, huh?” She closed her eyes and shook her head. I tipped her chin up with my finger.

“Look at me,” I told her. She did as I asked. Our eyes locked, and after a few seconds, the angry glare changed into a softer look.

“Meant to be, you say.”

I smiled. “Mmm.” I nuzzled her neck, trailing kisses on her skin, and she sighed.

“You think I have magic moves?” she asked in a low, breathy voice. I stopped and looked at her. I smiled, the fire in her eyes rendering me powerless. Was I ever going to stop wanting this woman? Seal the deal, a voice inside me said. I pushed the thought away and focused on her lips, then my eyes traveled to her gorgeous breasts. They had gotten even bigger since she’d gotten pregnant, and I couldn’t say I didn’t love that. Now that she was a few months in, her curves were even softer, her belly slowly shaping up as our son or daughter kept growing. She was beautiful, all around.

“You do have magic moves. Those hips of yours don’t lie.” My hands grabbed her hips, and I rocked myself against her. She let out a sigh.

“One thing is for sure,” she murmured. “We’re really, really good at this.”

Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She was bit by the travel bug early on and lived in Tokyo and Orlando for a while before settling down in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids.

She loves books – obviously – as well as movies and TV, and is addicted to award shows. She can’t play an instrument to save her life, but she loves music, which is one of her biggest inspirations when plotting new stories. If you have questions about her or her books, ask her on Facebook and Twitter, or email her at hilaria_alexander@outlook.com.

HOSTED BY:

Release Blitz ~ Heartless ~ by ~ R.C. Martin

Title: Heartless

Author: R.C. Martin

Genre: Fiction/Forbidden Romance

Release Date: December 4, 2017

He was faithful, until he wasn’t.

She was honest, until first touch…

And against all that is pure and noble, they fell in love.

Warning: This is not one of those novels where the characters’ actions are justified. It is merely a story about two people–two flawed humans–who fall in love under forbidden circumstances. It is intended for audiences 18+ years of age due to explicit sexual content.

Author Hayley Faiman – “Intense. Emotional. Sexy. Highly Addictive.”

Crystal, Goodreads – “I’ve never hated to love a book as much as this one! RC Martin tackles a taboo many think is too taboo to read. But I LOVED this story!!”

Konny, Goodreads – “Heartless is gritty and raw, you can feel the characters emotions in every word. Heartless is beautifully thought out, beautifully written and beautifully told.”

I’m a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I started writing love stories when I was seventeen, and I haven’t been able to stop! With me, you’ll find that I dabble in a few different romance genres, but my voice is one that’s all about the heart. Writing is my dream; and as a dreamer, you can rest assured that there are many more novels in my head that I can hardly wait to share.

HOSTED BY:

Release Blitz ~ Personal Foul ~ by ~ Hayley Faiman

Title: Personal Foul

Author: Hayley Faiman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: December 4, 2017

per·son·al foul

noun:

a rule violation involving illegal contact.

Violated. That’s how Trent makes me feel. But I can’t leave him. I owe him too much.

Illegal contact. That’s what it is the first time Cole touches me. Except, it doesn’t feel wrong.

I shouldn’t break the rules–and yet, I’m afraid that if I don’t, the personal foul will be called against me.

My future. My heart. My life is at stake. I can’t betray myself. I won’t.

**Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault

1-Click Addict Support Group – “I love it when I am pleasantly surprised by a book. Hayley Faiman is a new to me author so I had no idea what to expect but I really enjoyed this one.”

Crystal, Goodreads – “Hayley scored a touchdown with this book.”

Daphne, Goodreads – “A winner from the first page.”

a Rafflecopter giveaway

I was born and raised in California. My husband and I met when I was just 16. We were married a few years later, moving to Oregon while he was in the US Coast Guard.

Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we’re raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.

HOSTED BY:

Blog Tour ~ Bottom Line ~ by ~ Chelsea Camaron

Title: Bottom Line

Series: Devil’s Due MC #6

Author: Chelsea Camaron

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: November 30, 2017

Beaten at the hands of his peers, he knows judgment. The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished never heals.

He’s no saint.

Mitchell “Trapper” Gates fears nothing. He begs for death and relishes life on the edge.

He’s also not afraid to call himself a sinner.

Trapper knows what it is to be violated and what it feels like to deliver a death blow. He knows love and he knows pain.

However, one person knows his every secret.

When Avery has waited long enough, can Trapper see beyond their past and into their future? Or is he too late?

Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes and the devil demands his due.

Twinsie Talks – “I have WAITED and WAITED for this book. OMG the secrets that are spilled. The story of Trapper and Avery is something I never saw coming.”

Spunky-n-Sassy – “Never ever have I read a book this perfect.”

Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She is a wife and mom chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond, she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.

HOSTED BY:

Cover Reveal ~ Buried Alive ~ by ~ Stacey Marie Brown

Title: Buried Alive

Author: Stacey Marie Brown

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: January 12, 2018

Cover Designer: Hang Le

Nine years after a tragic accident, Hannah “Brennley” Evans has returned home to the snowy mountains of Whistler, Canada. This is the very place that destroyed her, where her whole world ended, and the reason she now goes by Hannah Jennings.

Struggling with his own tragic past, Rhys Axton, an infamous sexy snowboarding champion, wants nothing more than to be the next Olympic hopeful. Sex, snowboarding, and working out are all he cares about, which helps shut off the demons that haunt him and the family who rejected him.

The moment Hannah walks into his room, he knows something is different about her. Drawn to her, he can’t seem to stay away from the mysterious, guarded girl. They are two heartbroken souls who both understand the darkness.

Little does he know she lives in lies and carries secrets that will bring his universe to its knees and secrets that will bury them both alive.

Click here to enter the Giveaway > a Rafflecopter giveaway

Stacey Marie Brown is a lover of hot fictional bad boys and sarcastic heroines who kick butt. She also enjoys books, travel, TV shows, hiking, writing, design, and archery. Stacey swears she is part gypsy, being lucky enough to live and travel all over the world.

She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts. She volunteers helping animals and is Eco-friendly. She feels all animals, people, and environment should be treated kindly.